Ghost Town - Poem by Satish Verma
Watching the descent
in an intelligent design.
Come have a look at
The template offers an open hand.
The culture of hunger
in this urbane obscenity
sitting on the payment making a motif.
The giant strode into
the hut to blame the poor
who would not eat his words.
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